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Today's church service was about tents and the role they play in the Bible. Apparently, lots of people lived in tents and one of the apostles was a tent maker. Our bodies are also kind of like tents in the sense that they're an impermanent place of residence for us until we can move onto something better (our kickass second bodies in heaven). They also mentioned a lady who wrote into the church's website to say that she wanted them to pray for four people in Hampton Bays she knows who aren't saved. For a second I thought one of them might've been me. I really don't enjoy being forced to go to church, but I figure it's not worth it to aggravate my dad.

By the way, his two favorite words are phenomenal and cute.

Also, I probably don't have lymes. My legs are just long and prone to cramping in small spaces.

Here's a poem my uncle wrote.


ONE SUNDAY
by Luther Philip Sunde

I was sitting in an old church building
Wondering what I was going to do
When I heard the words of Jesus
Were meant for me and you.

That's when the Master Builder
Came and said to me,
"Let me build your foundation.
Let me set you free."

I opened my doors wide
And let the Master in.
He filled my life with holiness
And washed me clean within.

Now I have a friend named Jesus,
I know He really cares,
And if trouble ever comes along,
I know my Savior's there.

I want to always do His will...
wherever I am,
whatever He asks me to do.
I want to use my voice to share
His words of hope and forgiveness.
I want to use my hands to heal
those who are hurting.
I want to use my life to show others His way.
I want always to do His will...
because He has promised He will always be with me.


I want to say sorry to anyone who reads this. I know my journal tends to be little more than moping and random things that don't always make sense, but that's just how my more private thoughts are. Course, anyone expecting something else wouldn't stick with my journal very long so I probably don't have to apologize to anyone who'd read this apology anyway.

And I'm not a 24/7 killjoy in real life, for the record.